In the world all I can see is the surreal
Looking across the oceanic expanse of a reality filled to the brim with absurdity

Gazing up the imposing monolith before me
With the droning hum of the machine
As it projects only a few deafening thoughts onto me

Absolutely menacing

The collective hands of its victims mold individuals en masse
"The only acceptable way to live is to serve"
They call it the "Real World"
A "Real" reality

A reality imposed
On everyone
By everyone
For no one

Dismay is met with an ironic position:

Cynical conformism followed by Stockholm syndrome
It's called growing up

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